He held some Romantic notion
His years of love and devotion,
The exposition of emotion
Could overcome the troubles.
His tried to be meta-physical,
Raised his crucible to the celestial,
Prayed to move the unchangeable
To overcome the troubles.
For years he toiled in his realism,
The jobs, debts and persistent requiems,
The slugging burdens of their tediums,
To overcome the troubles.
He was Dada, then Grand-dada.
She was Mama, then Grand-mama.
Once an in-law, now an outlaw,
Yet always there was trouble.
Now he's lost his generation,
Learned the cost of retribution;
Still sourcing out his frustration,
Considers a final solution
For dealing with his troubles.
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I would like to translate this poem
Man, have I ever been there! Nice way of expressing how things often go with men whether or not addiction is involved.